Page 100 of Whispers in the Dark
I snake an arm around her chest and haul her back so our bodies meet. An overwhelming longing filters through my veins as my eyes roam over her body. Starting from her pretty pussy and then traveling over her soft stomach and up and around her full breasts, currently bouncing deliciously with each thrust inside her, up her slender neck, over her pouty lips, before landing on her eyes, staring back at me.
The orgasm crashes powerfully through both of us, taking control of my mind and body. I tighten my grip around her as she sags against me, not letting her fall.
Not letting her go.
Chapter twenty-five
Alina
Iblow gently across the surface of the tea, the floral tang of hibiscus brushing my senses before the steam fades into the air. When I take a sip, warmth spreads through me instantly, sliding down my throat and settling deep in my chest. I sink farther into the oversized chair, feet tucked onto the footstool, my gaze drifting toward the window.
Snow falls from the sky in big white puffs that slowly descend around the house and over the mountains that surround us, creating a picturesque view.
To my right, the fire roars and crackles, flames licking high enough to cast a flickering light across the room. Mauro may have started it earlier, but I’ve taken my role seriously, feeding it throughout the day.
I’ve spent the afternoon in this exact position, deep in thought. It feels like after last night, a wall crashed down between Mauro and me. One that brought us closer together, which is only going to make it harder for me to tell him the truth.
But I have to. I know I do. And I will…
I just don’t know how, when the fear of him never looking at me the same way again skates over the back of my mind, dragging its talons along my nerves.
Heavy footsteps thud near the front door, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over just as Mauro steps inside, cold air following him in. Snow clings to his dark hair as he shakes it free, loose strands falling into his eyes.
“Hey,” I say, sitting up and setting my mug on my thigh.
He shrugs out of his jacket, muscles shifting beneath the fabric, the sleeves stretching over his arms as he moves. For a fleeting second, the hem of his shirt lifts just enough to reveal a hint of a defined muscular torso. I bite down on my lip, heat blooming in my chest at the sight. I lift my mug again, using the motion to mask my thoughts as he approaches, his dark eyes far too perceptive for comfort. “It’s the perfect day to do nothing,” I say lightly before taking another sip. “Don’t you think?”
He stands before me, his head tilting slightly as he takes in my state of hibernation beneath the faux-fur blanket.
We’re going shopping.
I nearly spit out the scolding liquid. “Umm… Come again?” I swipe my forearm across my lips and carefully set the cup down on the table beside me. He rubs a hand over his jaw, clearly trying and failing to hide a smile. “Shopping for what?”
A little birdie told me you need a dress for tomorrow night’s fundraiser.
I let out a quiet sigh, shaking my head. “Madeleine doesn’t think the slightly worn black dress shoved in the back of your closet is good enough.” I lean back into the cushions, adjusting the blanket.
He drags his fingers through his hair before stepping closer. Without warning, he lifts my feet, catching me completely off guard, then settles onto the footstool and gently places them onhis thighs. His hands wrap around one foot, thumbs pressing firmly into my arch.
Oh… This feels heavenly.
“I have a much better idea. How about we stay here where you can do that all night long?” I stifle a grin.
He laughs, shaking his head.
I arch a brow. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re actually excited to go to this event?”
He pauses his motions and then signs,I’ve never done this before.He gestures between us.Fake or otherwise. I’m used to doing everything alone. I chose that life. It’s what I became comfortable with, what I knew.His gaze lifts to mine.But now there’s you. And the idea of having you beside me at one of those god-awful, boring events, well, I don’t dread it the way I used to. So, yes. I’m excited to go, knowing my wife will be with me.
Warmth emerges in my chest, spreading fast and unexpectedly. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, husband.”I tap my index finger against the arm of the chair, pretending to think. “I don’t know if I can go, though. I might have to check my schedule. I think it’s pretty full…”
The pads of his fingers tickle the bottom of my foot, a bubble of laughter erupting from my throat. “Hey! No! Stop!” I plead, tugging my feet, but it’s useless. They’re in his iron grip, his fingers relentlessly attacking.
My pleas go in one ear and out the other, so on instinct, I leap forward, the blanket falling to the floor as I land on top of him, trying to pull his hands away from me when he freezes.
And suddenly, I’m aware of everything.
Of the spark of electricity that sizzles down my spine.
